What, he said, is poetry?
A chance, I said, to look at things differently.
Bollocks, he said.
But, surely –
He was steadfast.
It’s nonsense.
I countered:
Without, you get wet in the rain; with, it is a scent, falling.
Piffle, he said.
I poured him a drink.
Sometimes, I ventured, do you not see light dance?
He poured the liquor into his mind.
Sometimes, he said, I do.
And that, Your Honour, is my case.
I commented on Facebook. Yes, a spirited and exquisite ‘defence’! As Dean pointed out, we are given a new eye on the world when see rain as ‘scent falling’!! After the adjournment they can only find your case ‘proven’, and all of us are ‘off the hook’! LOL
Surely one of the best poems I’ve read about ars poetica!
supercool
the ‘scent falling’, is a beautiful analogy, the subtle shift of perception, changing everything
Thanks, Dean
Thanks, Jason.
Yes, you either get it or you don’t.
And you are right, there is no financial gain.
Awesome this hits a nerve with me, I run with the philosophy half get it and half don’t, I usually term the half that don’t “squares” by brother and sister are both squares being the youngest my opinions aren’t worth anything. Some one the other day said poetry was just a painting on the ceiling I had to explain most of us dont do it for financial gain